rain, pours, etc.
Isn't this what everyone thinks of when they go to the dentist? I mean, my dentist is nice man, late 60's or so, very kind face and gentle voice. But when I think of him, all I see in my mind is Steve Martin. So I was pretty relieved when I went to see the good old Doc today - after a several year absence - that he had not turned into a vicious, sadistic creep.
However, I wasn't too happy with him when he informed me that tomorrow I would begin a three-visit procedure consisting of a root canal, among other things. Sure, the pain will finally be gone, but the pain isn't why I'm close to tears right now.
My dental insurance will cover $385 of the $800 cost of this torture. Ok, I can handle that.
On my way home from the dentist I stop off at the mechanic's to see how he made out with my Explorer, which I dropped off to him this morning. I needed new front brakes. Another 200 bucks.
I get home and my answering machine is blinking. It's my daughter's school with a gentle reminder that I need to cough up the $300 for Nat's trip to D.C. By tomorrow, thank you.
Of course, this happens to be the week that the rent, car insurance and car payment is due. I'm not poor by any means, but it really sucks when all these things come up at the same time. I very rarely use this space to bitch about my life, but I felt compelled to do it now because no one else is home to hear me bitch.
I'm thinking of selling my soul on eBay. That's got to be worth a few hundred bucks, no?
Have I mentioned how much pain I'm in?